What they said. As a researcher, albeit of a different speciality, if I put out crap that hung on a tenuous piece of evidence, I’d be jobless. Granted, I have a modicum of control over my experimental settings. But if the result is not what I predicted or does not fit my hypothesis, I don’t […]
Even gyms are switching on to biometrics for identification. Cue neds stealing fingerprints ala Ethan Hawke Hunt1 in Mission Impossible. 1 See correction courtesy of chotda in comments.
I’m so homesick I’m seeing Edinburgh all over the interwebs. Somebody put me out of my misery and tell me if this is the primary school in Sciennes/Marchmont.
It’s not exactly a surprise to read that an ex-CIA agent has admitted that water-boarding was used to extract information from al-Qaeda suspects. But the following quote left me slightly stunned: “Like a lot of Americans, I’m involved in this internal, intellectual battle with myself weighing the idea that water-boarding may be torture versus the […]
The reigning monarch has abdicated. Long live the new monarch.
Do I ever talk about anything else these days? The mega-lab party was not quite as mega as I’d expected it to be. I guess the undergrads all have finals next week and weren’t in the partying mood. Ach well, more chocolate cake for everyone else. The “fixed” with ganache piss-easy-and-yet-I-duffed-it cakes went down very […]
Don’t you hate it when you bake a cake and it turns into a dog’s breakfast by the time a few folk have tried to saw through it with plastic knives? I thought I’d preempt that by making lots of bite-sized cakes for that mega-lab party I’m committed to attending tamara. Perfect for buffets and […]
Righty then. It’s only 7 days into my month of daily posting, and I’m already flagging. Work is interrupting my plans for a chilled December1. But it also brings fodder for posting in the form of the mega-lab party. My two labs are having a joint party on Sunday, which kind of interrupts my working […]
Bereft of inspiration for today’s mindnumbingly boring post, I give you… Mini rants: How on earth can I possibly know by webinfiltration of my brain that Ewen MacGregor is Iago in a new production of Othello and not know who is playing the title role1? Does Wendy Alexander really think she can detract us from […]
This post sat as a draft for a wee whiley, with the thought of a new behind-the-scene migration prompting publication before my confessional was lost for good. It was written one slightly tipsy evening in early December. Two weeks ago, I was the happiest I’ve been for a long time. Contrapunctal Bach may be stimulating, […]
akatsuki ra-ra-ra 